Cathy Cassidy Author Novels & Stories

We sat at our table after greeting everyone. "Hi, Layla." I hear a young girl's voice making me look to my side. I quickly got up, seeing an all-grown-up, beautiful Cassidy walking toward us. She had just turned ten when they had left for Italy; she was now a beautiful woman, all grown up. "Cassidy? Oh my God, look at you? You're all grown-up. Oh, you're so beautiful." I say, hugging her tightly. "You should say! You're gorgeous. And who's this beautiful princess?" she asks, looking at Zoey, making her giggle.

Thank God for saved passwords. It was educational. And a little depressing. Cassie really was a piece of work; nasty, spiteful, sharp-tongued. Popular in the shallow way mean girls always are. Followed and liked on social media, but with no real warmth anywhere. If she had true friends, I couldn’t find them. Her parents had died when she was nineteen, leaving her rich and alone. I wondered if that had hollowed her out. If that was when the walls went up. Why she didn’t let people in.

Cass wrote. This meant one thing. It was done. * Cass had just left her fiancé at a cubicle so that she could go down in front of the office to meet and then suck off Neil. It was such a naughty thing for her to do, to throw her own future-husband out of his own office so that she could have it for her and her escapades.

If she was ever gone. When the sun came up again, millions of people around the world would be safer than they could’ve possibly imagined. The threat the Vampires posed on the innocent was nearly annihilated, and we would continue to stomp out what numbers they had left as quickly as we could. Those people would never know the lengths we went to or the sacrifices we made to make them safe. But that’s what we do here. We fight Vampires. We kill Vampires. Someday, maybe there won’t be any Vampires left, and then I’ll have to find something else to do with my life, but for now, I’m Cassidy Findley, teenager, high school student, half-Vampire, half-Hunter, and I’ll sleep with one eye open, my ha

Adrian really didn't know how to react to Cassy, her story was pretty horrible and it didn't surprise him that her mother had offered to take her in so he asked her, "What are you going to do then if you don't want to go back to your village?" Cassy smiled at him and then she winked at Paige before saying, "I'm going to become a mage and I'm going to get into the same Academy as the both of you." Steven then spoke for the first time and he had a deep, magnetic voice that fit him perfectly and she couldn't stop her heartbeat from quickening, "You sound very confident Cassy, but not all mages can enter the Academy of Catara." He had told her this not to discourage her but so that she wouldn't

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

She did what she could to at least see a handful of places and she often wondered if it was because she was a writer that made traveling so poetic for her, but she loved the mere thought of new people, new cultures, new beliefs and everything that came with vising a new place. Here she was, going to one of her dream countries to fulfill one of her greatest dream; having a shot at Parks publishing firm. She didn’t know if she should be in the boy’s room thanking them repeatedly for making all this happen or run round the house and let her excitement let loose. “Are you guys ready?” Mr. Adams calls out from downstairs, making Cassie squeal in excitement, before surfacing with her little suitca

Ever since that day, Cassey stopped writing stories during the day, and writes every dawn instead. Cassey started writing at a young age. When she was 11, she was triggered by a traumatic experience that she can never tell to anyone, so she resorted into writing instead. She has been writing romance novels lately, but it is not her favorite genre. She loves to write psychological stories that expressed female rage. The first story she wrote was entitled "Snow White's Apple". It tells the story of a young girl who wishes to be Snow White, so she can have a stepmother who will hand her a poisoned apple. The main character wishes to end her suffering and flee eternally from her abusive biologic

*** [CASSANDRA’s Point-of-View] My phone rang while I was busy baking chocolate chip cookies with my Nana. It was Macy, and I figured out that maybe she was just worried about why I ran away from the convention when the program hadn't finished yet. I didn't know what kind of excuse I would give her. I was a bad liar, and she knew that. Macy, I'm sorry if I didn’t tell you—" "Cassy! Oh, thank goddess!" Her voice was so tense and scared. I frowned. "What? What happened?"

“ okay fine I know who you are . But what will it do ? Will it change the fact that you hate me so much ?you pick and threw me out like a piece of trash that mean nothing to you and yet you come here trying to bring the past back ? “ what did you take me for, an emotionless being ? I don’t feel anything? You knew very well that I had a thing for you yet you told me you did the same and made me happy only to shatter my world not up to 2 hours later I left my mother , my scholarship everything and came here to start a new life and now I have finally started getting over you , you just show up to pick me up and threw out again ? You must be joking “ Cassy poured out her heart in tears those que